Orson T. Maquelani

On a Lover’s Bridge to Reality


Words more smooth than

the street-side blade:

like a hoodlum you still leave me



way past needing

and again I hear your price.


The bridge is a terrible thing to cross


wishing not knowing

but wishing


Truth between your lies.

Still now

your words not even I


can toss.

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